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Barbie and Ken [40]

⚔Castor Cruz⚔

Christmas is my favourite time of year for a reason - everyone's happy. 

We can forget about all the problems in life and focus on presents and - as Mum likes to say - Christ. 

Whereas I focus on presents and the feast. 

I sat down in front of my sister at five a.m. on Christmas morning with the goofiest grin a big brother could manage, "Guess."

She poked her tongue out at me, "I don't like guessing. I just want my present."

"Guess." I juggled the small box between my hands, "I want you to try and be surprised."

"No," she said adamantly.

I sighed and dramatically held out the small, dark blue, velvet box, "Merry Christmas, Zoe."

Her eyes popped open in surprise, "Jewellery? Cast..."

"Open it," I said, a smirk tugging on my lips. 

She slowly took the box and lifted the lid, revealing the diamond and gold heart necklace. She gasped, "I-It's so... beautiful... I love it..."

I grinned, "Good, 'cause that's the only present I could afford for you."

She smiled and held out a small, hastily wrapped, present. I could tell what it was immediately. A video game. 

"Is it... a painting?" I raised an eyebrow quizzically.

She grinned brightly and shook her head.

"It it... a book?"

She giggled slightly and shook her head again.

"Is it... contraception?"

She frowned, "What?"

Mum threw a narrowed glare at me. We'd only just talked about using protection last month, not that me and Leila were... you know -- forget it. 

"Nothing," I chuckled slightly, "I'm going to open it now."

I carefully and slowly peeled away the sticky tape, Zoe getting more frustrated by the second. Finally she shouted, "Just open it!"

I grinned innocently at my little sister and tore off the rest of the wrapping - revealing the new DARK OF AGES: WAR game that I'd been wanting, "Aw... Zoe. Thanks, sis."

She beamed and hugged me around the neck. When she stood up she was only a head taller than me, sitting down. 

Mum winked, "I'll put the presents in your room. Go see Leila."

"Merry Christmas to all," I half waved and ran up the stairs. I had to work fast. I looked into Leila's room. Good. She was still asleep.

I grabbed the first box and put it under one of my arms. Then I snuck into her bedroom, unlatching the window with my credit card, and put the box of clothes into a drawer. I repeated the process with five other boxes before gathering the empty ones up and putting them in the corner of my own room. 

Leila rolled over in her bed, still sleeping. I stripped off my t-shirt quickly, grinning like an idiot, and placed a Santa hat on my head. It was something I'd seen on the internet. I crawled back into her bedroom and sat on her drawers in her wardrobe, waiting for her to wake up. 

I studied Leila, feeling very Edward Cullen-y. That wasn't a good thing. I didn't want to be a glittering fairy vampire. 

Leila was sleeping in a lacy black nightgown with hot pink underwear. God, she looked different. If I had my phone with me I would have taken a picture of her morning hair and sleep-filled eyes. 

She finally yawned loudly and stretched, still lying down. Then her eyes flew open and went to the window. She growled, "Ken? Did you sneak into my room again?"

I smirked, causing her attention to fly to me. Her eyes raked my shirtless body and she grinned, "Is this some kind of booty call?"

"It could be if you want it to be?" I winked jokingly. 

Luckily, she laughed, "Nice hat."

"Thank you," I threw it across the room and it landed in her lap, "I tried my hardest."

She finally frowned, "Why are you sitting in my wardrobe?"

"That thought only just occurred to you?" I chuckled.

"Yeah?" she scowled.

I glanced around the room, holding off for as long as possible before saying, "You know when you want blueberry pancakes? I feel like blueberry pancakes..."

"Jerk? Why are you sitting in my wardrobe?" she repeated slowly, her undefined eye colour scaring the living daylights out of me.

"Guess," I smirked.

"If you've hidden another bra from Target in there with my Victoria's Secret stuff, I'm going to kill you," she crossed her arms.

I shook my head slowly and mused, "No, I don't think that's it."

"Ken," she threatened.

"Barbie," I teased.

"Jerk."

"Nerd," I smirked.

"Mr Six-Pack, get out of my wardrobe!" she half-screeched.

"Mr Six-Pack?" I thought aloud, "That's a new one... Miss Breasts."

Her jaw fell open, "Hey!"

I grinned brightly. 

Leila pouted, "Please get out of my wardrobe."

I rolled my eyes and leapt down, "Fine then, have it your way."

She pushed past me and automatically opened her drawers. Her mouth fell open and she whispered, "You put all my clothes back?"

I nodded once, slightly blushing. Come on, Cast. No guy blushes, I scolded myself.

Leila smiled brightly and pecked my cheek, "I love you i love you i love you i love you."

My eyebrows popped up and she registered what she said, "Oh crap."

Oh crap was right. She loves me? I had sworn to myself I'd be man enough and tell her first. I chuckled, "I love you too, Princessa."

I grabbed her by the waist and put my lips against mine. 

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Sharky.